"Zis is true, fraulein." Lukretia said with a dismissive wave. "However, if I vant to make a match, zen ze match vill be made. It is as simple as zis. Since I vill be making ze match, I vill be defining ze terms as vell." She said.

Lukretia lifted up her gaze and looked over the young Mexican. "Do not vorry." She said slyly. "I tzhink a standard match vill do." She said. "Unless you'd prefer somezing more... risque?" She said with a wide grin. "I am sure ze audience vould love to ee somezing like zat!"

Whoa. She'd gotten a rocket strapped to her. They were going straight to the top with this thing - Etzlicoatl must've been very impressive indeed, she decided, if this kind of treatment had been suddenly warranted. At this point, despite all the gaffes and the terror of proximity, she had managed to put herself more at ease with the good news. Things were looking great!

"A standard match will suffice to display the glory of the Sanguine Serpent," she responded, puffing herself up a bit and now feeling confident enough to posture a bit. "But I will take on any stipulations, all the better to show my prowess when I capture the title." This was accompanied by a sort of weird curtsy that probably would've made more sense if she had wings.

Actually, a great many things would've made more sense, particularly how closely she was flying to the sun here.

She then looked the girl over one last time. "I am glad to hear zhat you velcome any challenge. Zat is exactly ze kind of fighters I am looking for Fraulein. Do not disappoint me." She said with a bit of a sinister air hinting at the end of her words. She then gave Etzl a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Guten tag." She muttered simply and went back to typing at her computer as if Etzl was no longer there.

And just like that, it was all over. Etzlicoatl blinked for a moment, not entirely sure if she'd been dismissed, and then when it became obvious that Lukretia was done with her, she shifted back and forth and tried to think of something appropriately dramatic to say.

"....Right." Ooh, not appropriately dramatic. Not appropriately dramatic at all.

She turned and hurried from the office, bursting with enthusiasm despite the suspicious circumstances under which this whole thing had gone down. An Entropy title shot? Imagine the possibilities! It was entirely feasible that within the month, she could not only be the Horde Match winner, but a champion as well. And why not? Didn't she deserve it, after all the work she'd done to get her name out there? It was perfect. The hour of her ascension was nigh.